At 125 the drums sit forward without rushing; kick and clipped bass trade bar-lengths of space while the vocal keeps cutting back in, close-mic'd and dry, more instruction than melody. In Bb minor the chords stay low and grey, so the lift comes from rhythm rather than harmony — a room built out of restraint and a little grit in the hats.
Energy reads ten, though it doesn't play like a peak-time record; it's the kind of pressure that works at four in the afternoon, floor half-full and moving anyway. Slot it after something deeper and let the hook do the pulling. It won't change a night, but it holds one together.